Chapter 740 The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (IV)
Common rest area.
The monstrous sea of fire swept forward mercilessly, and the intense firelight twisted the air, sealing the entire world in a scorching purgatory.
The students of Serpentis College stood blankly in the common area, their eyes full of fear and despair.
The tongues of fire greedily devoured everything around them like evil beasts, and were about to burn them all together.
Standing in front of the sea of fire, Camille's face was calm and resolute.
The flaming sword in her hand turned into flowing light after killing the basilisk, and disappeared into the black top hat in her hand again, and she once again stood alone among the students.
At this moment, she no longer had any divine weapons in her hands.
However, without that sword, she would not choose to succumb to danger.
"Hoo~"
Camille exhaled a deep breath, and the white persona covering his face glowed with a cold light.
Along with her will, the remaining eight personas separated from her body - these masked incarnations gathered around her like her shadow. Each avatar wore a mask of a different color and held a wand in their hands, facing each other. That blazing wall of fire.
When everyone is in despair, the brave man once again stands in front of danger.
"The sea bites!!!"
Camille and her avatar chanted in unison, and the nine rays of magic turned into nine surging waves, spurting out from the tops of their wands and rushing toward the blazing sea of fire.
The huge waves carry the cold chill and moisture, and collide with the rolling flames, instantly stirring up countless steaming white mist, and the crackling sound of water and fire meeting.
However, this was only a brief stagnation. After only a moment of containment, the sea of fire ignited again, swallowing up the nine huge waves.
Surprise and hope flashed in the eyes of the dull Serpentis College students around them.
Seeing this brave man standing in front of the sea of fire without fear of life or death, they seemed to be inspired.
The students raised their wands one by one and chanted the same spell:
"The sea bites!"
"Frost Ray!"
"Ice wall!"
Huge waves of magic and thaumaturgy surged out from the wands of many students one after another. Like a rushing tide, they rushed towards the sea of fire again, trying to stop this ruthless destruction.
Boom——
Boom————
The students united as one, and the magic power intertwined into a blue torrent, rushing out to meet the arrogant flame.
Phew! ! ! !
However, the huge difference in rank stood in front of them like a chasm, and the flames were like an irresistible beast, tenaciously swallowing up all waves.
Although huge waves came one after another, the sea of fire was still rolling forward, unstoppable.
A look of despair gradually appeared on the faces of the students one after another. Their strength seemed insignificant, like a small boat in the sea, swaying in the storm, and might be swallowed at any time.
Camille's eyes narrowed slightly, but her eyes remained calm and determined.
Despite her exhaustion, her hands never stop casting spells, and she will fight until the end.
The students around him have gradually fallen into despair, and the movements of waving wands in their hands have become mechanical and numb.
Especially the students of the Serpent Sect no longer had any confidence in their eyes. Auror Lucas Kellasel, who had taken the lead in the previous provocation, had already collapsed on the ground, curling up helplessly like a ruined clown.
After all, the students' resistance could not make up for the terrifying power of the 9+ level spell.
In the face of the huge difference in rank, even in the face of the aftermath of the spell, their united resistance seemed a bit...ridiculous.
Rumble——
The monstrous sea of fire rolled in like an evil beast, and the tongues of fire roared and tore through the air, heading straight for Camille.
She held the black top hat tightly in her hand, her expression firm and unflinching.
A huge wave of flames swept across along with a blazing heat wave, and everyone looked desperately at the destructive force, unable to escape.
boom! ! ! !
Sudden.
A huge roar filled the ears, and the heat and dust in the air hit everyone.
The students around her instinctively raised their hands to protect their eyes, and Camille was no exception. But the moment she raised her arms to protect her eyes, she felt that the familiar top hat was missing from her palm.
Her heart trembled suddenly, and she realized something in an instant. She opened her eyes eagerly and looked forward through the arms that protected her eyes.
In the sight filled with wind and sand, a familiar figure stood quietly in the sea of fire, motionless and as solid as a rock.
The figure was slender and tall, and its golden hair shone like a metallic luster under the fire.
He was wearing a black windbreaker, and the edges of the windbreaker were blown by the wind and sand, making a hunting sound.
In this sea of red fire, the outline of the black windbreaker is particularly conspicuous, as if some kind of transcendent existence is slowly descending from the sky and the earth.
"You have really grown a lot, Camille."
The familiar figure finally slowly turned sideways and looked down at her slightly.
His blond hair shone like candlelight under the firelight. There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were as deep and warm as an ancient well.
【Dawn·Vulcan·Clear the Way——】
The flames were still roaring, but around Xia Xiu, he seemed to be completely surrendered. The huge fire tornado was spinning around him, and the tongues of fire were tumbling in the air, forming a dazzling fire curtain, making him look like a god above the fire. .
The frightened cries and noisy shouts of the students beside her blurred into the background in her ears, as if at this moment, the only thing left between heaven and earth was the scene in front of her.
The rolling waves of fire were entangled into huge circles of tornadoes, and the flames were intertwined with golden and red brilliance, making the young man's figure look as tall as a mountain.
The deafening roars, roars of flames and panicked shouts all around seemed to be suppressed by his presence.
Camille stared blankly, thousands of thoughts welling up in her heart, but they were blocked in her chest for a while, and she couldn't say a word.
She wanted to respond to him, wanted to say something, but the emotion made her choke for a moment.
At this moment, the world around her seemed to have stopped, leaving only her and the figure in front of her. It seemed as if all the anxiety and tension had vanished into nothingness, and the corners of her eyes were even slightly moist - this must be the heat wave of the sea of fire that made her eyes fill with tears.
Xia Xiu, on the other hand, maintained a smile and nodded slightly to Camille, which was regarded as a greeting to this old classmate after a long separation.
Then, he stopped stopping and looked forward. A silver wand appeared in his right hand. The wand shone with cold and pure light - this was naturally the [Lever of Heaven] that turned into a wand.
He raised his hand and pointed the wand steadily at Isabel Kerasel, who was still struggling in the distance. Her magic was surrounded by a deep network, exuding arrogance and fiery aura.
Buzz buzz! ! ! !
The silver wand burst out with intense silvery white light in his hand, and the power condensed at the tip of the wand was compressed to the extreme. The focus of the world converged on one point, outlining a perfect [∞] symbol, and the light was as dazzling as the blazing sun.
At this moment, the blazing flames around seemed to sense the arrival of the blond young man, and began to wind up and form a huge fire tornado. It was like a giant beast from hell that had received some invisible order and surrounded the young man's figure. Circle slowly. The flames were no longer violent, but were coiled high with a certain solemn awe, as if to welcome a supreme being.
"I finally found the opening to the deep network."
A brilliant smile appeared on Xia Xiu's face.
【Lever of Heaven·Electronic Pump·Open Sky——】
The momentum of the fire tornado reached the sky and the earth, and the light of the flames reflected everything around it like daylight. It seemed that only the figure of the blond young man was left between the sky and the earth. He stood in the flames, and the surrounding flames hovered like crawling, as if they were welcoming an overlord. The sun god of everything.
In the sky above Serpentis College, the fire tornado was like a giant dragon soaring into the sky. The flames shot straight into the sky, and the heat wave surged, reflecting the surroundings into dazzling daylight.
The towering flame was like a burning Optimus Prime, connecting the ground with the sky. The blazing light tore the sky apart, and even the air was filled with scorching power.
The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven opened his arms and laughed loudly:
"It's time, it's your turn to appear in this great drama - don't be stingy, just draw the strength you need from me."
"Go, messenger of the Ouroboros Curse, take up your wings and fly over every inch of the Ring of Nagas."
"Hold the torch of truth high, and the bell of liberation is already ringing!"
The angels were answered by the joyful cries of countless Holy Spirit doves.
"Cuckoo-"
"Cuckoo-"
"Cuckoo-"
Around the fire tornado, countless Holy Spirit Pigeons were jubilant. Their wings seemed to be composed of pure golden particles, dazzling with brilliance. Accompanied by the chirping sound of "Cuckoo", they kept flying around the fire tornado, as pious and determined as pilgrims. .
Each Holy Spirit Dove soars past, leaving a golden light tail in the sky, like dots of starlight, weaving into a bright and sacred picture.
The students in the college looked up at this epic scene in horror, and the normally unruly Aurors were also dumbfounded and stared at everything stiffly.
Fear, awe, and even a hint of deep shock took root in everyone's heart.
Wherever the fire tornado passed, even the city of Arcadian outside the academy was bathed in this light. The entire city seemed to be swallowed up by the blazing sun, shining as bright as day.
Boom! ! ! ! At this moment, the fire tornado slammed into the sky, and with a roar, the blazing flames, like flowing magma, began to impact the crystal wall of the sky.
"Click!!!!"
A tiny crack gradually spread across the sky, spreading like a spider web.
Seeing this, the Holy Spirit Pigeons flew excitedly toward the crack. The light particles between their wings began to split rapidly, turning into more dove shadows.
Thousands of Holy Spirit Doves emerged from the cracks, their golden light shining brightly, like holy meteor showers, spreading across the sky with extremely excited cooing sounds.
From this crack filled with golden light, countless holy doves flew out in all directions, flying to the entire city of Arcadian and even beyond.
With Arcadian as the center, every continent in the Ring of Nagas - Akares, Zelkos, Lortan, Elsinia, and all the places where wizards gathered, there were subtle lines of light in the sky. The rift, followed by flocks of holy doves, soared over every sky on the continent.
In the prosperous city of Akares, the ancient forest of Zerkos, the top of the snow-capped mountains of Lortan, and the vast grasslands of Elsinia, pigeons soar with brilliance, spreading their feathers across every inch of the land.
The light particles of the pigeons carry irresistible magic power, gently passing through people's eyes, bringing an indescribable hope and awe.
Even the Nivahban prison where wizards were imprisoned could not block the arrival of the Holy Doves. The prisoners looked up to the sky and saw these Holy Doves, which symbolized purity and hope, soaring. There was a trace of desire in their astonishment.
At this moment, the four continents of the Ring of Nagas, whether they are wizard towers, dark alley gathering places, or the towns and villages where mortals live, everywhere is illuminated and bathed in the radiant Holy Spirit Dove. In the light of the crowd. Golden light particles enveloped the earth, accompanied by the sacred doves circling and flying, and the tide of brilliance penetrated every corner and every heart.
Following this holy light, the sound that shook the sky also came down from top to bottom, falling from the sky, sweeping through the entire ring of Nagas like an invisible wave, with a calm and decisive power:
"To all my fellow Naga Rings, my name is Hugh Abraham.
At this moment, I speak to the entire wizarding world through the deep network of the Naga Ring. ”
The sound echoed like a holy scripture, penetrating the air and penetrating countless souls.
Every wizard connected to the sage network, whether he is on the top of a mountain or in the countryside where mortals live, is shocked and shocked, as if a dusty door suddenly opens, revealing another true and... Magnificent world.
The voice of the fourth sword holder in heaven continues to spread, gentle but irresistible:
"I will spread all ouroboros spells that cannot be controlled by Parselmouth in the land of Naga Ring, and all restrictions on the Kailasel family will be lifted.
My goal is to revolutionize the Sage Network.
However, the Kailasel family tried to stop me, monopolizing the resources of the Magic Network with their blood, and trying to imprison the entire Naga Ring under their will.
Can you accept such an arrogant and beastly greedy vision?
If you can't - then resist!
The power of Ouroboros is given to you, not to me, but to each of you. ”
The voice gradually became louder, with inspiring power, like a soul-shaking carol:
"Resist, because you all have a desire in your heart and a knowledge that the old order can no longer satisfy our future.
Resist, because you are looking for something new, a better future, but these arrogant guys teach you to hate, to isolate, to dislike.
And what about me? I'm not hateful.
I believe that mortals are not inferior, but different; they are not worthless, but have a different meaning.
They are not disposable items, but have infinite qualities.
Only those who possess virtue can be called real people; only those who live for a noble cause can be called human beings. ”
The flock of doves kept circling, with holy brilliance, circling up to the sky, and the angel's voice became louder and louder, like a declaration that stirred between heaven and earth:
"What kind of world can we build for the Naga Ring and for mankind!"
"A world that exists for freedom, truth, and love."
The voice became clearer and clearer, echoing in every corner, seeming to leave an indelible mark on everyone's hearts.
“The time has come, let’s join hands and take the place we deserve and don’t let this vision go to waste.
Because this is our enemy - those arrogant blood people, their lust for power, their barbaric behavior.
Their butcher's knives will tear you apart one by one, just because you pursue freedom and truth. ”
"Maybe there are brothers among you who belong to the Auror family - so come closer and stand on our side.
They killed countless followers, slandered me as the Dark Lord, and sacrificed wizards and witches who longed for freedom, just because they sought the truth.
Now, swear an oath to me, to the spirit of the Ouroboros - fight for the true Ring of Naga!
Be with me. Fight for this land, for freedom.
Only in this way can the power of Ouroboros be awakened. Only in this way can you recognize yourselves. ”
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Hugh Abraham's proclamation spread far and wide, and its radiance spread like a blazing fire in the sun
The angel's words penetrated the universe and resounded to all ends.
Like the dawn, the light shines through the abyss, awakening all things from the darkness; like the thunder that strikes the sky, making the hearts that have never dared to speak can be poured out.
However, there are many different people's hearts, and the hearts of all people are like the turbulence of the sea.
Some people are afraid of it, just like seeing a torrent rolling in and being unable to resist.
He was frightened and trembled, calling it "the bewitchment of the Dark Lord" and "a sign of doom".
Some people believe in it and murmur that it is a gift from the sun.
His words are full of gratitude, and his heart is hungry and longing to drink from the fountain of truth.
There are also those who kneel down and touch the dust with their heads, saying that gods have come to the world;
His face was filled with sadness and joy, his heart was pious, and he chanted:
"The Lord of praise has come, this is the day of glory."
The scholars looked at each other with deep eyes, as if they were facing an abyss of mystery.
His words were low and cautious, and he was thinking secretly in his heart.
Because the meaning of what Hugh Abraham said is both real and illusory, it seems to reveal the secret of everything, and it is also like a hidden undercurrent.
When a person of blood sees this, his heart burns like a raging flame, and his teeth bite like a sharp blade;
His anger is burning, he holds a weapon in his hand, and he is gnashing his teeth and resentful. He wishes he could take his head and have his bones and muscles ripped out to rectify his name.
Those who have been imprisoned in the darkness have been hopeless for a long time, and their hearts feel like silence. Suddenly they see the dawn, and the fire of ecstasy rekindles in their eyes.
He grinned, shouted wildly and jumped up, calling him the "Savior of the Evil One", swallowing up the darkness and granting them freedom.
At this time, the voice of the declaration is still in my ears, surging like a wave of brilliance, stirring my heart.
It is like a sharp blade, penetrating the body of all things; it is like a seed, implanted in the soil of the human heart.
In the lands of Akares, Zerkos, Lortan, and Elsinia, wizards and mortals alike were moved by his words.
The seeds of the declaration have been planted deeply, and only God knows what kind of fruit the sprouts will bear.
All these indicate that a violent turmoil is about to sweep through the entire Ring of Nagas and even the Hundred Layer World.
It was the first roar of the storm, the precursor of thunder, the foreshadowing of the collapse of all established order.
The flames surged like a sea tide, carrying an irresistible momentum, reflecting the world as if it were under the scorching sun.
At this moment, the declaration has been transmitted from the sky, accompanied by countless holy doves to the world. Everywhere it goes, whether it is the tall wizard tower or the dark underground market, is trembling with these words.
Wherever the declaration reached people, they were either frightened, thoughtful, or overjoyed—but no one remained indifferent.
Like water flowing into a river, spreading out and creating waves; like sparks igniting dry grass and turning it into a prairie fire.
The precursors of turmoil are already lurking in every piece of land, like flames in the undercurrent, like giant beasts that have been sleeping for thousands of years, gradually waking up and stirring quietly.
Under this declaration, people from all walks of life and in every corner have their hearts and thoughts surging.
When those in high positions, family dignitaries, and bloodline families heard this, they were filled with anger and fear, as if they had seen the phantom of a person whose peak power was teetering on the verge of falling, and a sharp blade was about to be added to his body.
They all gnashed their teeth and secretly vowed to completely obliterate this "rebellion" in order to consolidate their own great cause.
Wise men and scholars gathered in the dark book room and carefully considered the meaning of these words.
It is like words of inducement, but also like an eternal question, triggering their doubts about the existing order of the world.
Mortals, the deprived low-level wizards, are like travelers lost in the desert who see the river in the distance. Their hearts no longer only have fear, but also hope that they have never had before.
To them, these words were like a new light, igniting the inner fire that had been blocked and suppressed for thousands of years, and illuminating a broader world.
Everything is destined to be different.
From this moment on, every corner of the Ring of Nagas and the Hundred-layered World will no longer be peaceful. People will respond to this declaration in their own ways and with their own strength.
Whether out of anger or gratitude, whether rising up to resist or dormant and waiting, whether harboring hatred or yearning for freedom, every life will be involved in this storm when it comes and must not stay out of it.
The Dark Lord's declaration will ignite the flames of people's hearts.
The curse of Ouroboros will become the root of cholera.
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